"We are going to Harlowe House now. Come on." Kathleen grasped Evelyn's arm and piloted her up the street at a brisk pace. Neither girl ever forgot that walk across the campus.
"Here we are." They had mounted the steps of Harlowe House. Kathleen rang the bell.
A moment's wait and the door opened. Grace stood peering out at the two girls. "I knew you'd come. I've been watching for you," she cried. She held out her hands to Evelyn, who dropped her suit case and grasped them with a half smothered sob.
"Come up to my room." Slipping her arm about Evelyn, Grace drew her toward the stairs.
"Good night, Grace, I'll see you to-morrow." The vestibule door closed with a decided click. Kathleen did not wish to be a third party. Grace and Evelyn were better off without her.
Once in Grace's room Evelyn broke down. "Oh, Miss Harlowe, can you, will you forgive me?" she sobbed.
"You mustn't cry so, Miss Ward," soothed Grace. "Of course I forgive you. If Miss West had not brought you home to me I intended to go to New York City to look for you. Remember, you are, and I hope will be until your college days are over, a Harlowe House girl."
"You are too good to me," sobbed Evelyn.
Grace led her gently to a chair. "Sit down," she urged.
Evelyn sank into the chair. "I can't come back to Overton next year." Her head drooped in shame and humiliation.